Why are you crying?


String them together.

Make sentences.

Put those together.



A time I’d not considered possible.

Marathon Champion

A title I’d never own.

I won the Buffalo Marathon in a time of 2:48:40

A statement I’d never utter.

There are countless ways I could write about this experience. I could write about what I did the day before (not much). I could write about my food (the usual). I could write about how my body felt (meh).

All these things were crucial yet so disconnected from my story.

I choose to write about the race, then thank all the people who I owe it to.

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The gun went off, I settled into pace. I clicked off a 6:36 first mile, weaving through people and finding my stride.

A bit too slow, but it was uphill, see how going a bit faster here feels.

The second mile, downhill mostly was 6:11.

Ok, slow it a bit, but this effort feels right. Remember your training. Feel it.

I lost track of exact splits after the first couple miles, checking them just to make sure the effort matched the pace. 6:30s was the goal.

The early miles flew by. I was running with people, half marathoners, which gave me a sense of camaraderie. I run races alone. Having people with me, sucking it up with me, felt good.

I didn’t practice nutrition much during training, so I did what I knew. I started with Gatorade every two miles, but it wasn’t sitting well. I switched to Gu at mile 9 and took one there and at mile 15. I also drank water. This worked, so that’s what I’ll do next time.

After I lost my friends at halfway, and I also started to get that “maybe I need to use the bathroom” feeling. Not terrible, but not something I’d like to worry about ideally.

The next few miles were a blur of aid stations and Delaware Park. Upon leaving the park on a gradual incline, I decided I should use the bathroom. The seconds I would lose were not worth soiling my shorts.

I found one at mile 22.

This could have been make or break. It ended up giving me a second wind. I only had 4 miles to the finish.

It was go time. I didn’t feel the hurt as much. Well, maybe I did, but it didn’t matter because I was already home. I knew my time had come.

The miles. The training. The suck. The winter.

My time was here.


I cried at the finish line. Reporters asked me, why are you crying?

I don’t know, was my response. I just don’t know.

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Thank you.

Thank you Chelsea, ZZ, Ian, Laurel, Laura, Julie, Rich, Pete, Zoe, Amelia, Eric, Bailey and Matt.

Thank you to anyone I probably missed. Thank you to Red Newt Racing, Finger Lakes Running and the Finger Lakes Runner’s Club.

Thank you to the Buffalo Marathon. It was such a great event.

Ellie Pell